I’m humming the song from “The Jeffersons” and calling myself Weezy.
In M.’s current company, he’s been learning a lot and rising to the next challenge. It looks like the next challenge may be an air of legitimacy. Instead of fighting the good fight of hoping a start-up takes off, he got an offer from a rather more established place. One that actually appears in business mags, rather than wallowing in obscurity and praying for annointment by a VC or angel.
He’s gonna have a fucking office.
We might have to celebrate Chiney style, given that tomorrow is the 15th day of the 8th lunar month. You gotta eat cake, with which I’m down. But, wikipedia.org provides the following:
Traditionally, on this day, Asian family members and friends will gather to admire the bright mid-autumn harvest moon, and eat moon cakes and pomeloes together. It is also common to have barbecues outside under the moon, and to put pomelo rinds on one’s head.
Yup, check me out, I’m going to be dancing around with a citrus fruit chapeau. Partying like it’s Moon Festival FEVA!